Grave Apparel

Written by: The Red Rain

Dead skin, brown and broken sits
Strung in a monstrous mishmash

Trodden down by pompous feet
And those that gaze may wonder
Why tortured skin 
should be worn by a fool’s sinister foot

The dead era still walks free
Rapping coldly on the floor
Treading the path of righteousness

Though on occasion
Thieves set upon this broken body
To set it where men do not seek
Watching from on high
For the dead to reclaim the dead